August 2018
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More Than You Know
When I was nine years old, I accidentally knocked over my father’s vase. It was the last decoration his late wife bought for the house..
The Session
The therapist’s office looked out over the park. Gold curtains framed the windows, the ends grazed oat-colored shag carpet. The room was spartan; only a..
The Ward
The proctology ward is quarantined. My clothes are taken from me, and after inspection, my records and personal belongings are passed to the inside through..
The Greek
His narrow rib cage, emphasized by his bustier, reminded her of a twelve year old girl’s. He had wild, curly black hair and a dark..
Long Division
Rosaline: Without fail, I used to catch the 6:51 pm train back home. It always had just enough people in it and I would be..
Bronx Deli
After my grandfather, Itsik Gelber, died, my grandmother, Lena, moved from the apartment she’d lived in for forty years on Bronx Park South. Her new..
Venusian Flowers
I examine her face closely on Pinterest— the cracked skin, the oval sidelong face, the ripples of red hair small breasts, strong abdominal muscles, wide..
French for Downpour
Everything went back to normal: Grandma dead again, me eyeing the farmer’s sons, trying to pull off my gloves as roughly as they did theirs…
Apart
A pot of potatoes for pirogis now bubbles a cauldron of chicken feet with no alpha in between. Chopped liver should be chopped, in the..
Outside the Margins
CategoriesPoetry